Abyss Walker

Chapter 159 The Era: No Easy Matter

Yun Muhan's fingers gently brushed across the cover of the ancient book, a gesture of respect for knowledge and reverence for history.

His hands were gentle yet steady, as if afraid to disturb the slumbering wisdom within the book. He carefully turned the first page, the movement like unveiling the prelude to an ancient secret.

Yun Muhan's eyes were immediately drawn to the dense text, which, like dancing musical notes, led him into a completely new world.

As night fell, the atmosphere inside the alchemy room became even more tranquil.

Yun Muhan lit the oil lamp, and the faint flame flickered in the corner of the alchemy room, casting his focused figure.

His brows furrowed at times, as he pondered the profound alchemy secrets in the book, and then suddenly understood, experiencing the joy of comprehending the old alchemist's insights.

As I turned the pages, my fingers gently traced the yellowed paper, the rustling sound particularly clear in the quiet alchemy room.

With each page turned, Yun Muhan would take a deep breath, as if absorbing the essence of the book.

His breathing became even with the rhythm of his reading, as he cultivated his mind and tried to merge with the old alchemist's state of mind.

As night deepened, Yun Muhan's eyes gleamed with excitement. He was completely immersed in the world of the ancient books, as if everything outside was irrelevant to him.

He began to try to adjust his breathing and cultivate his mind according to the methods in the book.

Just then, Liu Qing gently pushed open the door to the alchemy room. His movements were so light that they were almost inaudible, as if he were afraid of disturbing Yun Muhan's cultivation.

Holding a bowl of steaming hot herbal soup in her hands, the steam rose in the cold night, forming a wisp of warm mist.

Seeing Yun Muhan's focused expression, Liu Qing's eyes revealed a hint of admiration.

He stood quietly to the side, waiting, until Yun Muhan finished turning the last page, before gently stepping forward and handing the medicine to Yun Muhan.

Yun Muhan smiled slightly, took the medicine, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Liu Qing."

Liu Qing smiled and shook her head: "No need to thank me. I know you've been working very hard lately, so I specially brewed this soup for you in the hope that it will help you regain your strength."

Yun Muhan nodded, drank the medicine, and felt a warm current flowing through his body, which immediately relieved his fatigue.

He stood up and said to Liu Qing, "Let's go for a walk in the yard, and I'll stretch my muscles a bit."

The two walked out of the alchemy room together, as if stepping from the weight of history into the tranquility of reality.

The stars in the night sky are like countless dazzling diamonds set against the deep blue backdrop, each radiating a soft and mysterious light.

The moonlight, like water, flowed quietly across the earth, draping everything in a silvery-white veil.

Yun Muhan took a deep breath. The night breeze carried a faint fragrance of flowers and earth, cool and refreshing, filling his lungs with the aroma of nature.

He closed his eyes, letting the night breeze gently caress his cheeks, feeling the subtle coolness in the wind, as if it could wash away the distractions in his heart and make his thoughts clearer.

His heart was filled with anticipation for the future—a yearning for the unknown and a desire to refine his skills. He knew that alchemy was not merely a skill, but a form of spiritual practice, an exploration of the mysteries of life.

He was filled with boundless aspirations for the future, hoping to master the essence of alchemy like the old alchemist and achieve harmony between his mind and nature.

Yun Muhan opened his eyes, his gaze firm and profound, as if he could see the distant stars and the sea, and the ultimate secrets of the alchemy path.

A surge of power welled up within him—a passion for alchemy and a yearning for self-transcendence. He understood that this path would be anything but smooth, but it was precisely this challenge that made his journey so meaningful.

Standing beside him, Liu Qing felt the determination and enthusiasm emanating from Yun Muhan. He smiled slightly, feeling happy for Yun Muhan's future.

The two stood side by side, gazing up at the starry night sky, their hearts filled with anticipation for the future and an infinite longing for the path of alchemy.

Liu Qing looked at Yun Muhan and said softly, "I believe in you, Yun Muhan. In the near future, you will definitely become a true alchemy master."

Yun Muhan returned a firm gaze: "I will, so as not to disappoint Elder Dan's expectations, and for our shared dream."

As night deepened, Yun Muhan and Liu Qing slowed their pace, savoring the tranquility and harmony. Yun Muhan looked up at the starry sky, a strong thirst for knowledge and exploration welling up within him.

Yun Muhan: The art of alchemy is not merely a skill, but a profound understanding of the mysteries of nature and the universe. And with the wisdom of my past life, improving alchemical formulas is a simple matter for me.

"Liu Qing, have you ever thought about how alchemists cleverly transform and utilize all things in this world?" Yun Muhan suddenly asked.

Liu Qing pondered for a moment, then replied, "I think the reason why alchemists are able to do this is because they have a profound insight into the laws of nature and a unique understanding of the essence of life."

"They are able to perceive the flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth and grasp the laws governing the growth of all things, thereby transforming these intangible forces into tangible elixirs."

Yun Muhan nodded. "Yes, the way of alchemy is not just a skill, but also a form of cultivation. It requires us not only to have superb skills, but also to have a firm will and a broad mind."

Bathed in moonlight, their shadows stretched long on the ground, like two parallel tracks, swaying gently with their steps.

Yun Muhan and Liu Qing strolled through the tranquil night, their footsteps echoing in the empty courtyard, weaving a harmonious nocturne with the distant chirping of insects and the gentle breeze.

Yun Muhan suddenly stopped in his tracks. His movements were gentle yet sudden, as if he had been struck by a sudden inspiration.

He took out the tattered ancient book from his pocket. The cover of the book was worn and the pages were yellowed, but each page carried the weight of knowledge.

His movements were full of respect, as if he were holding not just a book, but a living history.